Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 295 Ava: His Touch

Lucas pulls his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft and aching for more. I whimper at the loss of contact, my hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to regain it. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"Patience, my little mate," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I'll give you what you need."

Before I can respond, he's kneeling before me, yanking my pants down until they puddle at my feet. Exposed. Vulnerable.

But when Lucas looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and hunger, I feel powerful.

A kiss to the inside of my thigh. Lips, hot and soft. I gasp at the contact, my fingers tightening in his hair.

A trail of kisses. Waves of pleasure. And desire that grabs my thoughts and twists them into a delicious tangle.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath tickling my skin. "You're so beautiful, Ava," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I could spend hours worshipping your body."

I whimper at his words, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. He chuckles again, and the vibrations of the sound go straight through me. Without warning, he's pressing his mouth there, his tongue darting out to taste me.

The sensation has me crying out, back arching, legs shaking as I shove hard against the wall at my back, trying to stay upright. He sucks and bites at my sensitive flesh, his tongue darting in and out in a rhythm that leaves me breathless.

The heat he brings is an inferno raging through my veins, so quick to bring me to the brink.

Every touch has our bond delighted, every groan as he tastes me sending pleasure on a direct circuit to my clit, and my entire body's gone boneless.

fingers splaying as he holds me against the wall. The other grabs my thigh, sliding it

rumbles, and I

"I can't—"

Relax, little mate. I've

his shoulder, terrified I'm going to slip at any second but unwilling to give up the ecstasy between my

myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with the effort

urgent as he sucks and bites at my clit, laughing when I

"I can't—"

"You can."

fingers inside me, curling them and hitting that spot that brings me to the gates of heaven. I cry out his name, my hips bucking wildly,

stop. He keeps licking and sucking at me, his fingers moving in and out in a relentless rhythm. I can feel it building, my body coiling, my calf spasming as

name is barely more than a gasp. "I can't...

"Oh, you can, my little mate," he

my response with each flick of his tongue, holding me on edge, hovering close to the climax I so desperately crave. I can barely stand, my calf muscles

floor and let him continue his delectable torture, but his hold on my body keeps me upright, pinned against the wall with

his fingers thrust deep, seeking to find that spot again, his

skin. "You've

circling it, teasing it, while his fingers thrust faster, harder, seeking to give me what

me tightens, the pressure building until I'm sure I'll explode. I can feel the